#hands bound

The Walking Dead, s6e6

Hello.

Warnings- pets, ownership, physical abuse

Jegudiel stumbled and landed hard into a cell, unable to catch herself with her hands cuffed behind her back. She was absolutely fuming, still wearing her tuxedo from the party she’d been at with Al and Anne. The air was acrid and bitter; even indoors, the smell of Hell permeated everything. The portal had let her and her captors out close to the castle, but the scent was already sticking to her clothes.

She pushed her until she was sitting upright, leaning back against the wall and facing the door, which was slammed and locked as she watched. She drew her knees up to her chest and tried to avoid leaning on her bound arms as best she could.

She didn’t have very long to wait, as it turned out; only about ten minutes passed before the door unlocked and swung open again. In rushed an excited demon, wearing an orange pantsuit; she was about the same height as Jegudiel, and, with the angel sitting on the floor, the demon towered over her. Jegudiel shrank back against the stone wall, a defensive snarl rising to her lips as the demon approached.

The demon stopped, grinning excitedly. “Oh, you’re finally here! I’m Mammon, and you belong to me now. Oh, I’m so excited. You’re so pretty. You’re gonna be my good girl.”

Jegudiel already hated the sound of this. And yet, it got worse.

“We’re gonna get you a collar, too. And I hope that you talk a lot- a lot of it might be begging, sure, but I will like hearing from you. And there will be times when I just want to say nice things and hear nice things back, y’know? Oh, this is going to be so fun!”

And Jegudiel steeled herself and sank further back against the wall, and she resolved then and there that Mammon wouldn’t be getting a word out of her, not one word. Mammon seemed to be waiting expectantly for some response, and she was visibly disappointed when she didn’t get one. Her tone was a bit more sullen as she said:

“Well, you’ll talk eventually.” She rapidly became chipper again. “Either way, though, you’re gonna be my pretty little pet. It might be hard at first,” She reassured, “but I promise that I’m willing to put in the work of training you. I’m going to make you good for me.”

Doggedly, Jegudiel reminded herself that she didn’t have to be better. She was good enough as she was. She was good enough. She didn’t have to be good. She’d spent a lot of time on Earth learning that, and she wasn’t going to give it up now.

Mammon leaned forward and ran a hand down her cheek; Jegudiel recoiled, shoving herself away and down the wall, landing in the corner and hunching in on herself defensively. She did not want to be touched, not by this demon who was advertising her bad intentions and who was possessive in a disgustingly familiar way that Jegudiel didn’t want to think about.

Mammon clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she pushed herself back upright. “Now, that is what I meant about training. You’re mine- I’m allowed to touch you if I want to, and you’re not allowed to stop me. I won’t punish you this time, because it was your first offense. But now you know- you let me touch you, or there will be consequences.”

But she didn’t try to touch Jegudiel again just yet, as Jegudiel was expecting. Instead, she called over her shoulder. “Get her changed. She’s not wearing the penguin suit while she’s down here. White button-down, black slacks, blue intimates- you know what kind. No pockets, no socks or shoes. If she’s good,” And here she turned back to Jegudiel, “she can change herself. I’m sure she’s at least bright enough to do that.”

Jegudiel didn’t restrain herself from snarling lowly, but, after Mammon left and another demon brought in the clothes she had listed and released Jegudiel’s wrists, she quietly undressed and dressed again without arguing and without letting herself be touched. She planned to fight, but she knew that she had nowhere to go from here, and she wanted to save her fight for things that mattered.

She didn’t like the underwear. She didn’t know why Mammon wanted them blue, and she didn’t know why there was so little material to her underwear, and she didn’t know why there was neither wire nor elastic to her bra. She didn’t like or trust it, but she had already resolved not to speak, so she didn’t ask.

Jegudiel got dressed without any fuss. She started to tug away when a demon tried to put her handcuffs back on, though. She didn’t quite take a swing at him, but she was close, only really stopped when a second demon knocked her down to her knees from behind. Her wrists were cuffed, but she was left in the cell for a bit longer.

Mammon returned before it was too long, though, only letting about ten minutes pass. She was once again absolutely thrilled to see Jegudiel, cooing over how pretty she was. Mammon started to stroke her hands through Jegudiel’s hair, and Jegudiel, without thinking, ducked her head away from her touch. Without hesitation, Mammon fisted her hand into the angel’s hair, yanking her head back, and backhanded her across the face. She let Jegudiel fall to the side, shocked and hurt.

“Now, do you know why I did that, sweetheart?” Jegudiel nodded miserably, pushing herself back up against the wall. “And that was a pretty weak punishment, I’d say. The longer you’re here, the worse your punishments will get, because you should know better. Come on, get up. I’ll take you to your room.”

Jegudiel pushed herself up to her feet, drawn in on herself defensively, all too aware that Mammon could do pretty much whatever she wanted to do to her at this point. Jegudiel stiffened as Mammon moved behind her, and she started to turn to keep Mammon in her sight. Mammon tutted and forcibly twisted Jegudiel to face forward again.

“In general, dear, if I don’t move you, don’t move. Like now, for example, I will be moving you to your room.” Jegudiel forced herself to stay still when Mammon wrapped a hand around her arm and guided her forward. She tried not to stumble as Mammon pushed her from the cell, a pit growing in her stomach as she thought about the possibilities in front of her.